Ghastly doesn't know. All the things he has been pointedly ignoring for the last few hours are creeping up on him all at once. Anton, alive and well, is a relief almost crippling in its intensity, but Erskine is here. His murderer is here. And Anton is apparently absolutely fine with that?

He can't say it's a bad thing that Anton doesn't remember being murdered. Ghastly could do without that memory himself.

"But you know," Ghastly says, a little helplessly. No part of this makes sense. "Anton, he-- I watched you die."